Han Mofeng took off the backpack behind him. It was something similar to a woven bag. The whole bag looked bulging, and I didn't know what to put in it. I leaned over curiously, opened the bag, and Han Mofeng actually

He took out a pair of white candles from inside. The candles were completely white and slowly shrank from top to bottom. Some scratches could be faintly seen on the surface of the candles. These scratches were very regular. Last time

The mysterious runes I saw on the yellow paper I took out from Qing Ming's hand were somewhat similar to these.

"You can get Netherworld Candles, you are quite capable. It seems that you are now the senior brother in the sect."

Qing Ming glanced coldly at the pair of white candles Han Mofeng took out, and snorted coldly.

"After Senior Uncle Qingming left, the strength of our sect was greatly reduced. I had no choice but to take on the position of Senior Senior Brother. I took out so many treasures just to save my uncle's mana. If this person next to me

If the donor is willing to help, why bother with so many things?"

Han Mofeng continued to take things out of the bag and opened his mouth, but he didn't notice that Qing Ming's face turned gloomy again.

"You need my help? Whatever you want, you can help me, as long as I can do it."

I saw Han Mofeng take out a small black bowl. The small bowl was about the same size as a normal eating bowl, but there were also some runes drawn with cinnabar around it. As soon as he took out the black bowl, there was a faint feeling.

The cold air rushed towards my face.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Qing Ming pushed me away and said coldly. At the same time, he glared at Han Mofeng who knew that he had said the wrong thing.

"Qing Ming, you know my temper, don't stop me, otherwise don't blame me for falling out."

I said in a deep voice that I know it is very difficult for people in the spiritual world to practice magic, especially in today's cities where there is a lack of what they call spiritual energy. After hearing what I said, Qing Ming sighed and nodded.

As night fell, the pair of Nether Candles were placed on our desks. They were already burning, emitting a faint blue flame. In front of the Nether Candles, there was a small pitch black bowl with half a bowl in it.

Qing Shui drew a circle the size of a lotus pod on the ground in front of the table, with a talisman placed in the circle.

"Can we start now?"

I guessed that Dongzi was about to come, so I couldn't help but urge him.

When Qing Ming nodded, I ran into the kitchen, took out a fruit knife and walked straight to the desk. I knew that the blood of the Nine Yin Body was a very important material for casting spells. Although I was afraid of blood,

If Qing Ming consumes too much mana, it may have an impact on some subsequent events.

"You take a knife to bleed? Idiot, I'll do it."

When Qing Ming saw me picking up the knife and closing my eyes, about to cut my finger, he immediately grabbed the knife from my hand and asked sharply.

The fruit knife was taken away. Qing Ming grabbed my hand and took out a talisman with his other hand. As he muttered words, the talisman immediately straightened up and moved towards my palm.

As soon as I patted it, I only felt a slight itch in my palm, and Qing Ming took off the talisman. I could clearly see that the yellow talisman had turned a little bright red. Then he walked to the dark small bowl and threw it inside.

There was a soft sound of "Puff". Without tools such as lighters to make fire, the talisman burned in front of my eyes. In an instant, it turned into ashes. A drop of bright red blood dripped into the bowl. Qing Ming picked it up with quick eyes and hands.

Holding the black alms bowl, he squatted in front of the circle drawn on the ground, and while muttering something, he poured the reddened water in the alms bowl into the circle. Strangely enough, the water did not overflow the circle.

Qing Ming then put down the bowl, put one hand empty on the circle, and sounded a difficult-to-speak incantation. After about a few minutes, Qing Ming's voice gradually became louder, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his body began to

Tremble.

The next moment, I suddenly felt chills all over my body, and my left eye also started to hurt.

Waves of dark wind rose out of thin air in the closed room. Qing Ming removed his hand and retreated to my side. He was about to fall. I quickly supported him. Unexpectedly, Qing Ming shook his head and stared at the circle. I

Just when I was wondering, I found Han Mofeng staring at Qing Ming with a look of admiration on his face, and then he felt disappointed. My heart skipped a beat, and I suddenly thought, could this Han Mofeng be waiting for Qing Ming to pull the trigger, and become more powerful?

Can you reduce it and then take Lu Yaoyao to escape?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. If Qing Ming really showed that his magic power was greatly damaged, maybe Han Mofeng would really take action. Now Qing Ming has no other symptoms except that his face is slightly pale. I

With an idea, I got close to Qing Ming, and then quietly stretched out my left hand to touch his waist to release some of his strength. Sure enough, Qing Ming turned his head and nodded at me, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then I

It felt like my arm was supporting his whole body. This guy actually used my arm as a fulcrum, and the weight of his whole body was at least half distributed. I gritted my teeth and glared at him, and then also focused my gaze on the circle.

The blood poured out of the small black bowl suddenly began to bubble, and the bright red blood seemed to be boiling. Finally, with a flash of red light, it all disappeared. At this time, I saw Han Mofeng stretch out his hands and squeeze

A strange seal, and then the index and middle fingers of both hands passed by in a flash, and a faint golden light flashed in his eyes, which disappeared in the next second.

Later I found out that this was opening my eyes. Han Mofeng had a mortal body with naked eyes, so naturally he had to use magic to open his dark eyes, otherwise he would not be able to see ghosts and the like.

The air was getting colder and colder. Fortunately, there was a big heater like Qing Ming. My left eye hurt so much that I had to close my right eye.

When I closed my right eye, the surrounding space seemed to undergo a big change. The Nether Candle on the table burned very fast, as if it was swallowed by someone. The surroundings were pitch black, and the air was filled with a faint smell.

The white mist made me feel like I had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Whoosh"

A slight cracking sound came from the circle, and the talisman that Qing Ming originally placed in the circle burned. The fire suddenly reached the height of a person. At that time, I thought it was incredible that a talisman could generate such heat energy.

The flame disappeared just as quickly as it came, but where the flame disappeared a faint white figure appeared.

"It smells so familiar. Who invited me here?"

The white figure gradually became clearer. It was a very handsome man wearing white casual clothes. There was a bright red mark on the man's forehead.

Han Mofeng was stunned when he saw this man, while Qing Ming was a little surprised.

"Huh? Is it you? What day is it today? You actually appear together..."

The handsome man glanced at Qing Ming, and finally his eyes stopped on me, and he suddenly spoke.

"Wuchang-Jun, long time no see. I didn't expect to recruit you."

Qing Ming said calmly.

"Ying'er, is she okay?"

This man with the same name as me ignored Qing Ming, walked not far from me, and spoke softly.
Chapter completed!